I think I finally caught my breath…
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About a million years ago, I entered a beauty pageant known as The Rose of Tralee. Yes, really. There were two reasons I was prompted to enter the particular pageant I did – one being that my teenaged friend/nemesis V had won the contest the previous year, and the second that it was a contest geared to Irish-American princess wannabees and that had my name all over it. Sign me up. I knew I was sunk when my current events topic during the contest involved Northern Ireland and Ireland and I made parallels to the Middle East and other historical religious wars. Nope, not quite what they were looking for.
Speaking of looking…here are some of the flowers I encountered during my visit to Ireland. Hope you enjoy them more than I enjoyed that damn pageant.
The “I’m boreds” are still a distant promise yet to be fulfilled, but the events I’m here to tell you about are probably more appealing to grownups anyway. You know, people who don’t often have the luxury of being bored.
Let’s begin with an event scheduled for this evening,Tuesday, June 24th from 5;30-7pm at the Albany Desmond.. Have you been thinking about becoming more involved in your community? Perhaps you have a soft spot for a particular charity which you’d like to actively support with your time? Tonight’s event will introduce you to some opportunities and the women who help to make local charities and not-for profit organizations successful. Come, meet some new people and find a way to help make a difference.
Thursday night is the annual Historic Albany Foundation Hidden City House & Garden Tour in the city of Albany. This annual event takes place from 5-8 pm and features 10-15 historic homes and their gardens. The tour is described as “mostly” walkable and attendees set their own pace as they wander from house to house in whatever order suits. Let’s cross our fingers and hope for sunshine, but the event promises to be held rain or shine. Tickets and more information here.
Skip that graduation party you’re invited to on Friday and instead be a part of something just beginning – The Albany Barn. Do you know about this cool initiative? The mission of this not-for-profit is to develop “a permanent, sustainable creative arts incubator and community art center in Albany, NY – a place for artists, neighborhood residents and the public alike to create, collaborate, present and explore, particularly those who cannot afford or otherwise access such space and services.” Awesome, yes? They have a location, the former St. Joseph’s Academy, which they’re currently transforming to meet the needs of the community. Friday night from 5-8pm is their Build Up event – an artful slider slam featuring gourmet burgers, sandwiches and locally produced adult libations.
Stop saying there’s nothing to do, Albanians! Get there and get involved.
to focus on the beautiful Iris of spring! Lilac season has passed and the current floral fragrance scenting my evening run is lily of the valley, but what’s really feeding my visual senses are irises.
The irises this year – they have been spectacular! Maybe it is just because mine are finally doing something after settling in for the past 2 years in my parking strip flower patch, but I don’t remember ever seeing such a glorious array of iris varieties as I have noticed this spring.
I shared an essay of Anna Quindlen’s Mother’s Day thoughts over at Moms@Work, but here are some of my own.
It’s late as I write this. I should probably pick up my book as a reliable prelude to falling asleep, but I have a coupon for a nap that I can cash in, as necessary. The coupon, stapled together with a half-dozen others, was one of my Mother’s Day presents. I’ve already used one. I went with the “Mother’s choice” and requested a little assistance with vacuuming. Apparently the coupons are valid because it (he) worked and I returned from my run to find the vacuum out and plugged in. It may even have been turned on.
It’s been a sweet weekend, kind of watercolored feeling. Friday was my Griffin day – lacrosse, fried chicken, a new favorite movie, his physical self present in each of those activities. Like the two brothers he is sandwiched between, he has his own personal refrain which has inspired me to nickname him “It’s not my fault.” Like the eye-roll he mastered at age 11, he uses his mantra a bit self-consciously, knowing his lack of responsibility only confirms his position as man-boy.
There was a late morning soccer game, in a rain that didn’t relent until the kids were sodden and soaked with their own ability to tough it out. My little guy, Mr. “I’m lazy,” ran that slippery field like nobody’s business, a constant smile on his face. When he finally gave in to sleep, much, much later, he did so with happy satisfaction.
And Herr “I don’t know,” the oldest of the Lilly boys, finished the weekend with a solo trip to NYC, conceived and planned by himself. He promised not to talk to strangers and despite his thoughtfulness, I asked him to not travel to Bleeker Street to get coffee for me from my favorite place. The surprise of a dozen roses, prior to our departure for the train station early this morning, was evidence enough of his ability to plan.
My three sons, I don’t know, It’s not my fault, I’m lazy. I’ll keep ‘em.
Screw Hallmark – as far as I’m concerned, May 5th was my ideal Mother’s Day. No matter what happens next Sunday, I will cherish the day I had, from the scandalously late start to the fortified-with-an-afternoon-nap late ending – perfect! Let me be a little more specific…
Saturday night, I shot a SEEN gallery down at Prime 677. The occasion was a fundraiser for the Huntington’s Disease Society of America and it was a lovely event. The food was spectacular and the folks at Empire Wines rallied the troops to put on an extraordinary wine tasting. It’s been noted by some astute Times Union readers that whenever an event involves wine, I’m usually there. Guilty as charged.
I got home from the party working at about 10:30 only to find my little guy desperately upset that he had been denied a ‘s’more from the neighbor’s party, a situation I was able to correct with a soothing shower and some ice cream. Tucking him in at such a late hour gave me the first gift of Sunday – he slept until 10:00, which gave me an incredibly quiet morning. Soft music, strong coffee and the paper comprise my personal morning bliss trifecta. So far, so good.
After the boys departed at noon for their Dad’s, I got busy in the front yard with mulch and some annuals. The sun was glorious, birds were chirping and the simple joy of getting a little dirty made my heart sing. I had a mid afternoon visit from the person I most love spending time with and the day moved along at a pace that was completely enjoyable. I accomplished some other chores, including eating a fantastic lunch salad, and punctuated the afternoon with an indulgent nap on clean sheets. But, wait – there’s more.
As the day cooled down a bit, I tied on my running shoes and hit the streets for a 5-mile lap through the neighborhood. I had intended to go a bit further, but contented myself with not pushing myself too hard and tried to just enjoy myself. Done. A shower, a quick visit with the neighbors for a glass of wine and then home again for finale of the only reality show I would ever want to be on, The Amazing Race, and I was in bed by 10:15, thoroughly relaxed and satisfied with my day.
There weren’t any tulips or handmade crafts, but nonetheless it was a lovely day with a wonderful mix of boys, friends, productivity, relaxation and good food and wine. Mother’s Day 2013 is a done deal, as far as I am concerned. Any additional gifts are truly unnecessary, although I do have a fondness for the imperfectly made card along with a hankering for a French lilac bush. Just saying.